to be queer is strange,

but stranger is pretending

for you that i’m not.


i am not a bug

to be shut in a jar and

left to suffocate;


my wings will not dry

in this space any longer.

i open the door.


as an insect should

not be kept in glass, i should

not be locked in here.

This poem is about: 
My family
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